The Death of Sister Canright.
By Uriah Smith
This sad though not unexpected event occurred at the close of the Sabbath, March 29. Sister C., the worthy daughter of her godly parents, Samuel T. and Jane Cranson, was born in Lansing, Mich., Aug. 18, 1847, and was aged at her decease, 31 years, 7 months, and 11 days. She was baptized by Bro. White, with other young people in Battle Creek, at the early age of 11 years, in 1858. Uniting in marriage with Eld. D. M. Canright, April 11, 1867, she traveled with him almost constantly to the time of her last sickness, and she thus formed numerous personal acquaintances from Maine to California. About a year and a half ago, at the tent-meeting at Danvers, Mass., an attack of hemorrhage of the lungs gave indications that pulmonary consumption had marked her for its victim. The disease from that time made steady progress, till death closed the scene. Sabbath, March 15, at her request a few special friends met in her room and united in the celebration of the Lord's supper, as she desired once more to partake of the emblems of the broken body and shed blood of her dying Lord. This was a very precious season to her and to all engaged in it. Sustained by the Christian's blessed hope, she bore her sufferings with fortitude and patience, calmly made arrangements for the close, and longed for the hour of release. The funeral was held in the tabernacle, March 31, at 3 P. M., a large congregation attending. Brief remarks were made from 1 Cor. 13:10. Bro. Canright, with his two little ones, will have the sympathy of his many friends, in this bereavement. The following appropriate lines were composed by Sister Mary Martin, a few moments after Sister C. had fallen peacefully asleep in Christ:— Sweet be thy sleep, child of patient endurance;
Blessed the rest that so nobly is earned.
Bright is the home that awaiteth thy coming,
Beside the "still waters," for which thou hast yearned.
Pain ne'er can enter the country immortal;
Happiness never be mixed with alloy;
No wave-beat of grief can break over that portal;
Cometh at last the rich "fullness of joy."
U. S.